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Right, so listen up, you muppets! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cos why not? Whores, man, they’re like the gigolos in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, that flick I bloody love—Spielberg’s masterpiece, 2001, yeah? Got that vibe of "flesh and blood" meets cold, hard cash. Picture this: a whore strollin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, like Gigolo Joe struttin’ his stuff—what a legend, “I’m built to serve!” Makes me chuckle, ‘cos whores? Same deal, mate—servin’ it up, no questions asked.

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I’m like, “Yo, watch it!” He just stares at me, all wide-eyed. Turns out, he’s a tourist too. We start chatting, and he’s from Brazil! What? Kanda’s bringing the world together, one awkward bump at a time. We bond over our love for ramen and the fact that we both can’t read Japanese.

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